<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The woods.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Please, just point me in the direction of my friend's cabin," you say and give him the address.

"Suit yourself," the old man says and finds a map. With a pencil, he marks the route to your friends house and hands it to you. "Now, get outta here. And don't look–"

"Don't look up. Yeah, I got it," you say and exit the way you came. As you're walking down the porch steps, the old man calls after you.

"I'd be careful if I were you. Tonight's a full moon. Stick to the path."

"Yeah, sure. Thanks," you say and continue walking. With some distance between you and the old man's cabin, you begin to feel a little better despite the dark. And although the old man was a little on the wild side, his directions on the map seem pretty clear, and you feel confident you'll make it to your friends place any minute now.

But then you hear a howl, and it sounds awfully close. You pick up the pace and hope that it's just a fox or coyote, but by the sound of it, that doesn't seem likely. Suddenly, there's a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you freeze. You look down at your feet and see that the path has vanished. You must have accidentally wandered off of it. And now there's something really big running through the trees, and it sounds like it's fast and coming right toward you. You realize that running is futile. There are only two options...

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Hide.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Fight.

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